Wine And Honey

Wine and honey
There'll be no more Sundays to confess and pray
O rake, o wanderer
Did silence awaken a hunger in you?

When all the world was breaking
You sat there just humming something you made
When like it or not, I am already home
I like when it rains, but I'm unfriendly
And like it or not, this whole world is full and hungry

Light my room
My words with fuel laid kindly for me
Grown from the vines
That watched us in silence, suffering
For wine and honey
The sight of the stars buzzing